Ironing Out the Contours

Moon and stars, grey clouds
let them in, show them out,
drag me through the night.
Soft breathing lay on the floor again.

Picking it up, taking it down,
looking for a way out of town.
I'm a lonely man. I'm the only man.

At the break of daylight
my seasons mean the same,
letterbox is my eye.
Sleeping, if at all, with curtains drawn.

Trojans and mojo men
trapping the virgin souls,
on the theme pub walls.
Drinking vodka at 11am.
Supermarket my price
till 10pm dawns,
Royal Emblem's nice.
Easy to get down.

Picking it up, taking it down,
looking for a way out of town.
I'm a lonely man. I'm the only man.